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I met someone named Chen Ye.

Everyone says he is loyal, kind, and a rare good person in this world.

But I think he is vulgar, hypocritical, and the most despicable and shameless scoundrel in the world.

Yet I kind of like him.

On a rainy night, in what used to be my home, the police discovered a decaying female corpse.

The woman’s name was Song Ling.

She was my mother’s best friend.

The fingerprint registration system at the police station was launched in 2011. Before 2011, there was no fingerprint database.

I received a call from the police station and rushed back to my registered residence from another province.

I brought the plastic surgery certificate provided by the hospital and my original ID card to the police station to apply for a new ID card, and took the opportunity to change my name.

Throughout the whole process, I was timid and nervous.

Afraid the police would find out.

I am not this person.

But the one who was killed by this person.

All of this started back in 2005.

I tried to persuade my best friend to break up eight hundred times, but in the end, I attended her wedding and drank her wedding wine.

On the wedding day, I sat at the main table with the guy’s strategist, both of us checking our phones and comparing notes.

We realized that every time the couple threatened to break up, it was always the two of us who got dragged into it.

Our chat histories were eerily similar.

[We broke up. This time it’s for real.]

[But what about him/her? What should I do?]

Guy’s strategist: [Maybe you should change jobs. You’d make a great clown in a circus.]

Me: [Pay me some compensation.]

My ex, the Film Emperor, publicly called me a resource hunter on a show.

When the whole internet told me to get out of the entertainment industry, I awakened the Acting System.

Ding! Skill acquired: [Murderer]: You will master all knowledge and abilities related to murder.

Me: What kind of hellish System is this?

Later, the villainess I played was selected for the Acting Hall of Fame Textbook, and when I received the award, the audience was filled with people from Criminal Investigation (Investigation Unit), forensic experts, and prosecutors.

Netizens: Someone should investigate her-this doesn’t look like acting!

I bought a pair of Silent Earplugs, and the Seller promised absolute silence.

Solving the problem at its root.

After I put on the Silent Earplugs, the upstairs became quiet.

Three days later, the police came to my door. He said the person upstairs had been dead for three days.

But on the night I handed the Silent Earplugs to the police,

I heard the sound of a chair being dragged upstairs again.

My grandmother died in a car accident. My father accepted 600,000 yuan from the perpetrator and became the envy of everyone in the village.

But outside the crematorium, I personally overheard the perpetrator laughing as he made a phone call: “600,000 settled it, pretty cost-effective. Don’t worry, our secret will never be revealed.”

On the day of the school forum’s campus belle contest, my sister won over the Beijing Circle Little Princess Jiang Tingrou by a narrow margin of a few votes.

Everyone thought Jiang Tingrou would be angry, but instead, she took the initiative to befriend my sister and invited her to her own birthday party.

On Jiang Tingrou’s birthday, my sister fell from the top-floor suite of the hotel and died instantly. At the time of her death, she was wearing nothing but disheveled underwear.

Jiang Tingrou, still shaken, cried to the police and the media: “I wanted to be friends with her, but she seduced my boyfriend. When I found out, she tried to escape and ended up falling from upstairs.”

For a time, the internet was flooded with abuse directed at my sister, calling her heartless and saying she deserved her fate.

Five years later, Jiang Tingrou is about to marry the president of Gu Group, happily preparing for her wedding.

She no longer thinks of my sister; to her, she was nothing more than an ant crushed underfoot.

But what Jiang Tingrou doesn’t know is that the Butler, Fitness Coach, Wedding Dress Designer, and countless other “ants” she looks down upon are quietly brewing a storm of revenge.

At 2:30 in the afternoon, the young professor Sheng Bianyan suddenly decided to die while attending a lecture.

Under the gaze of more than a hundred people, he left the lecture hall, hurried into the restroom, and hanged himself from a faucet with a necktie.

Yes, a faucet.

The kind that’s one meter off the ground.

Just after the Spring Festival in 2023, I took on a rather challenging assignment:

To find a woman who had mysteriously disappeared and whose identity was shrouded in mystery.

She had just deceived three men before the New Year, yet her records showed:

Six years ago, she died of illness and was cremated.

At the school evening party, four girls from the Dance Club collapsed from poisoning while performing ballet.

After being sent to the hospital, three died from the poison, and one was lucky enough to survive.

The one who survived was me.

The one who poisoned them was also me.

I was originally a Rabbit Spirit living in the mountains. To repay a kindness, I became the cousin of a young child.

We depended on each other for several years.

He was naturally prone to tears and had a gentle disposition. After becoming a Jinshi, he insisted on marrying me.

I refused, so he lay across my lap, pleading with me over and over, his eyes red from crying.

“Elder Sister, Elder Sister, have pity on me. Without you, I truly cannot live.”

Later, after I married him, I unintentionally overheard him speaking to a Yamen Runner: “Women are always soft-hearted. If she has no feelings for you, then make her pity you. If you like someone, you must have her, even if it means dying.”

At that moment, the young and handsome Qingchi County Magistrate was leisurely standing by the pond, feeding the fish. The corners of his mouth curled up in a gentle smile, his manner mild and kind.

Introduction: Ning Qiuyan participated in a Volunteer Medical Program, serving as a Humanoid Blood Bag for a certain powerful figure suffering from a blood disorder.

Guan Heng, the legendary mysterious tycoon, lives a reclusive and extremely low-profile life. When a photo of him was leaked, he quietly became popular online for his long hair and striking, androgynous beauty.

Ning Qiuyan discovered:

Guan Heng never appears in daylight; his house always has the curtains drawn, and they only meet at night.

Guan Heng has pale skin, a cold and eccentric personality, and every time Ning Qiuyan is asked to donate blood, he must first fast and bathe.

That house is cold and dark, with no sunlight.

Guan Heng’s heartbeat is slow, and his body temperature is icy.

The first time Ning Qiuyan fell asleep during the blood donation, he woke up to find a bite mark on the side of his neck.

And he, inexplicably, found himself wanting to submit to Guan Heng.

I am a chef.

I provide in-home cooking services.

My employer requested that I prepare an all-beef feast.

But in his kitchen, I discovered a basin of Black Bear meat.

“Bears are the most vengeful. If you kill its cub, the Mother Bear will soon come for revenge.”

“You… won’t be able to escape.”

As soon as I finished speaking, there was a knock at the door.

Two hours before the execution, I walked into the Prison Cell to provide Psychological Counseling to the Death Row Inmate before his final moments.

The Death Row Inmate said, “Soon I will face Execution by Firing Squad, and everything will be settled. What a dull ending. But I still want to struggle a bit more-how can I change such a boring conclusion?”

“How about I tell you a story, Dr. Lu?”

His ambiguous smile sent a chill down my spine. In the last two hours, does he still hope to overturn his case?

When I was five years old, my mother and I died in a car accident.

The people who orchestrated the accident were my father and my mother’s best friend.

After receiving two insurance payouts, they got married and lived happily together as a family.

Occasionally, That Woman would get scared: “The mother and daughter who died-won’t they turn into Vengeful Ghosts and come back to take revenge on me?”

My father would laugh at her for being superstitious.

But they didn’t know-I wasn’t dead.

And the me who returned alive for revenge would be far more terrifying than any Vengeful Ghost.

Telling half the truth is often the biggest lie of all.

As a Criminal Police officer in the Major Case Division, the most formidable opponent I ever encountered embodied this saying perfectly.

She was a Prostitute.

After being apprehended, she confessed readily. Every word she spoke was true, yet she skillfully avoided all evidence that could convict her.

I joked that she was even more impressive than a Law Professor.

Later, I discovered that she really was a Law Professor.

And her brilliance went far beyond anything you or I could imagine.

My husband had an affair with the Married Woman downstairs.

I hid in the hallway, smoking with the Married Woman’s husband.

We didn’t dare return until they’d finished.

Later, they became even more brazen.

The Married Woman’s husband said, “I’m going to catch them in the act. What about you?”

I kept nibbling on my skewer, unconcerned.

“You go catch them, I’ll come too!”

I am a Jiangshi.

My bones have hung on an ancient tree in the wilderness for over two hundred years, absorbing all the Moon Yin Energy.

The Night Patrolling Deity said that if I endured until the thirteenth day of the fifth month in the Ji-Mao year, my Cultivation would reach Indestructible Bone, and I could become a Spirit Monster, free from the Heavenly Dao Reincarnation.

I was quite pleased with myself, already pondering which spot in the mountains I should choose for a Cave Abode to become the Deer Cottage Immortal.

But then, a Flower Picking Scholar returning home for a funeral passed through the wilderness and ordered my bones to be taken down from the tree and buried in a pit.

He buried me…

Buried me…

Damn him, he’s dead for sure!

Seven years after marrying the devoted second male lead, she came back.

She had quarreled with the male lead and stood in the rain at my doorstep:

“Brother Meng, I have nowhere else to go.”

My usually gentle and steady husband, Meng Heshu, lost his temper:

“I’ll go settle this with him!”

Even my seven-year-old son, Meng Bai, waved his fists:

“Fairy, don’t cry. When I grow up, I’ll marry you.”

While they all scrambled to cheer her up,

I was trapped on a fishing boat by a sudden downpour – I had gone out to buy river fish.

The boatman was shouting toward the shore, trying to attract passengers:

“Anyone else going to Qingzhou?”

I looked down at my basket – I had just bought three cutlassfish and had one tael of silver left.

I handed a tael of silver to the boatman and asked:

“How far can I get with one tael of silver?”

I am a journalist. Not long ago, my boyfriend committed suicide.

And I received a special email.

To uncover the truth behind his death, I went alone to the Ghost Village on the border.

There, I was nearly turned into one of them, almost becoming the fifth member of the Suicide Group.

It wasn’t until that night that I heard them outside my door, laughing as they planned how to livestream my death.

They discussed methods to make my death a spectacle.

So, suicide was just a façade; murder was the real truth.

After escaping from the Ghost Village, I told my Psychologist everything.

She calmly asked, “Perhaps what you’re saying isn’t the truth either?”

……

Who was really behind this murder? Was it a member of the Suicide Group, my perfect lover…

Or – was it myself?

The person with the knife is playing hide-and-seek with you.

After Grandfather passed away, I traveled to the Capital to seek refuge with my Fiancé.

I had heard that he was proud and aloof, already enamored with someone else, and looked down upon me, his country-bred fiancée.

Anxious all the way, I only realized upon meeting him that the rumors were false.

He was clearly upright and self-disciplined, gentle in temperament, and not only handsome but also cherished me deeply.

I married him with peace of mind.

Three months after our wedding, his nephew, who had just returned to the Capital from his studies, came to pay his respects and stared at me in a daze.

Later, I happened to witness him confronting my Husband at our door, his face full of disbelief.

“Second Uncle! How could you impersonate me and marry my Fiancée?”

I met a tall, rich, and handsome boyfriend online, and everyone warned me that this might be a Pig Butchering Scam.

I didn’t listen and insisted on going to Southeast Asia to meet him in real life.

Sure enough, I got what I wanted and was sold to Northern Myanmar.

On the surface, I was terrified, but secretly, I was ecstatic.

Hehehe.

Where should I start killing first?

I livestream my mom dancing the Soul Summoning Dance.

Netizens rush to like and comment.

Only one bullet comment says: [Your mom is dancing the Soul Summoning Dance. If she dances for seven days straight, she can exchange a life.]

My hand holding the phone trembles.

Today is the seventh day.

I swallowed the corpse of the Shizi Consort of the Ningan Marquis, transformed into her likeness, and swaggered back to the Ningan Marquis Manor.

My deeply devoted Husband and my kindly-faced in-laws looked at me as if they’d seen a ghost.

They thought I was a vengeful spirit come to claim their lives, but little did they know, I was something far more terrifying than a ghost.

Later, her great vengeance was fulfilled.

It was a moment of joy, and she giggled, then cheekily asked me:

“How about I try being an emperor for fun?”

Me: “?”

Should you take the initiative to add a stranger’s number that you saw in a dream?

Absolutely not!

Because you’ll never be able to guess what might be on the other end!

My Magician boyfriend is dead.

During his performance of Human Dismemberment, he was dismembered into countless pieces before the eyes of the audience.

When I helped lay him to rest, I found a note in his stomach.

It read:

“Baby, The Greatest Magic of the 21st Century has begun. Stay tuned.”

“The day of the Fall of the Gods will be the day of my rebirth.”

I had my tendons severed and was buried alive in a coffin by my fiancée, but she didn’t know-I possess the King of Hell Fate!

[Folk Horror, Feng Shui, Talismanic Symbols, Incense Offerings]

Feng Shui physiognomy, skin-painting soul summoning, walking the underworld and corpse driving, solitary sorcery and head-lowering, Yin tattoos and talismanic inscriptions, string puppetry, wax-sealed Red Door,

Dogs digging pits on Grave Mound Ridge, ghosts feasting in the River God Temple, the Five Thunder Righteous Method dispelling filth, Fox, Weasel, White Snake, and Willow summoning Daoist soldiers,

Paper effigies never lit for the living, cobblers forging stitched-skin needles, Miaojiang Gu Raising, Southeast Asian Little Ghost Raising…

Lately, I keep feeling as if there’s someone else in the house.

At night, while I’m studying in the Study, I hear a faint breathing sound behind the right wall, along with the soft rustling of clothing.

I’ve been living in my boyfriend’s house for two months now, and I’m familiar with the layout of this villa. There’s no room to the right of the Study-my boyfriend said so too.

But is there really not?

Five years after my boyfriend’s death, I met a man in an interview who looked exactly like him.

When work was over, I cornered him in the conference room: “Since you’re not dead, why haven’t you contacted me in these five years?”

He straightened his tie, his smile both flippant and distant: “This kind of pick-up line is a bit cliché, Miss Meng. Why not just offer yourself directly?”

I ignored him and reached out, touching a slight bump behind his ear.

He froze instantly.

I laughed: “What’s wrong? You look alike, and now even your sensitive spots are the same?”

Introduction:

[Invincible Regret + System Training + Multiple Heroines + Path to Kingship]

[System Activated, Task Issued]

[The Host needs to go on a three-day date with Zou Shuqing]

Wang Ming: Huh? You want me to be shameless?

[No! You can’t care about your reputation~]

Female Boss: From now on, you own half the company!

A-list Actress: I’ve found something more important than my career.

Daughter of the Hall Owner: I’ll be your personal bodyguard!

Wealthy Heiress: I’ll convince my grandfather, trust me.

Years later, Wang Ming holds a Press Conference.

“May I ask, how did you go from a 4K monthly salary wage slave to the king of a nation?”

The corners of Wang Ming’s mouth lift as he recalls the first person the System bound him to.

I fell in love with a poor boy, but later broke up with him because he was poor.

Years later, he became successful and famous, while I, serving food, accidentally stained his girlfriend’s bag.

The young girlfriend sneered, “Do you recognize this bag? Can you afford to compensate for it?”

I smiled and handed her my own bag:

“A limited edition Birkin, three times the price of yours. Is it alright if I compensate you with this?”

When I was a child, my father once gave me a ten-yuan bill as pocket money.

He said he had picked it up on the road.

I remember very clearly that on the back of that bill, written in black ink, was a line:

“There is a pyramid scheme on the fifth floor. Help.”

I took the money to show my father, and he smiled and told me,

“Who knows how many people have used this bill? Who knows when those words were written? Maybe the person who wrote them has already been rescued.”

I was in a hurry to buy chocolate, so I didn’t think much about it.

Because chocolate is sweet, after all.

Not long after, there was a piece of news on TV.

“A man mistakenly entered a pyramid scheme den, was beaten to death, and then dismembered.”

As a child, I stared blankly at the television.

My father also stared blankly at the television.

I asked him what was wrong.

He shouted at me angrily, telling me not to meddle in his business, and then left the house.

At the time, I didn’t know what was going on; I just felt confused.

It wasn’t until the New Year, at the family dinner, that my father got drunk and cried uncontrollably. In front of all the relatives, he confessed to picking up that bill.

The place where he found the money was directly below the den mentioned in the news.

In other words, the words on that ten-yuan bill were very likely written by someone who had fallen into that pyramid scheme, possibly even the person who was dismembered.

He sobbed, clutching a bottle of liquor, saying that it was his fault that the man died. The whole family comforted him, but I just stood aside, dumbfounded and at a loss.

So… I used that money to buy chocolate…

Something indescribable seemed to awaken within me.

Throughout my later life, I would often think of that ten-yuan bill.

I wondered, was the original owner of that money alright? Was he really rescued? Or… did that money really come from the man who was dismembered?

If it really came from him, he must have endured painful beatings and inhuman torture before finally seizing a chance one day to write those words for help on the bill and toss it out the window.

He must have clung to hope for rescue until the very moment he died.

Yet my father ignored that hope.

I always ask myself, if I had been the first to find that bill, could I have saved him? Or would I have overlooked the writing, just like my father?

This thought haunts me like a ghost, tormenting my mind more and more as I grow older.

Until that day.

A new “bill” appeared before me.

…

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In the fourth year of our marriage, both Lu Jingli and I had affairs.

He kept a female college student, treating her like a treasure.

Behind his back, I supported a pure-hearted male college student, reliving the passion of youth.

I had thought he was already tired of this messy marriage.

But on the day he discovered my betrayal, he went crazy, insisting that we return to our family together.

Zhou Ci and I were also a pair of resentful lovers, exchanging harsh words and blows, finally threatening, “Whoever doesn’t get divorced is a dog.”

On the way to the divorce, we cursed each other with the most venomous words we could muster.

But when the oil tanker crashed towards us, he jerked the steering wheel, using his side to take the impact.

He let me live 0.01 seconds longer.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the summer at the end of my second year of high school.

Zhou Ciye was holding a bouquet of flowers, asking if I would accept it.

The next second, his listless face lifted, full of gloom.

The moment our eyes met, I knew he had come back too.

[Infinite Stream + Thriller Suspense Puzzle-Solving + Strong Female Lead + Teamwork + Plot]

[Ding~ Welcome, Player, to the Survival Inn. Please strive to clear Instances and earn your Room Fee~ We offer various room types such as Dormitory, Guesthouse, and Hotel, and there’s a Supreme Luxury VIP Club waiting for you to unlock~]

A sinister, bloody Courtyard
A campus shrouded in death
A murderous painting that brings disaster with a single glance
A village teeming with eerie mysteries…

An Aloof Capricorn leads the team, a Yandere Princess holds the stage, an Adorkable Scholar solves the puzzles, and a Uniformed Uncle helps you clear Instances with brute force!

[Warning: Romance develops later in the story. See details in the text]

On our wedding night, my husband’s family insisted on playing Hide and Seek.

I lay inside the wardrobe, but unexpectedly fell into a secret room behind it. Just as I was about to scream for help, a pair of icy hands covered my mouth.

“They all want to kill you. If you want to survive, don’t make a sound.”

At first, no one paid attention to this disaster. It began with several dozen days of relentless heat, with temperatures soaring above 45 degrees.

Soon after, the fields dried up and the lakes ceased to flow.

By the time people truly realized the severity of the problem, the end had already arrived.

Online dating turned into a real-life meeting, and I asked my Boyfriend what position he liked.

He said he liked standing, and I shyly agreed.

That night, my Boyfriend died. He was sliced into half a skeleton, his flesh mangled, and died at home in a standing position.

The police traced it back to me, and I said,

Ah, didn’t he just like standing?

At midnight on the Zhongyuan Festival, I accidentally stumbled upon a livestream:

[Hundred Ghosts Game begins, livestream random killing.]

I was about to scroll away when I saw a familiar figure.

Isn’t that our Female Dormitory supervisor?

Aunt Wang was kneeling in a pool of blood, her expression serene. A knife was lodged in the back of her head, as if her entire skull had been hollowed out.

I couldn’t believe it and sat up abruptly in bed.

The camera shook as the Killer rummaged through Aunt Wang’s body and pulled out a large bunch of keys.

“Now, a Dormitory will be randomly selected. If you are chosen, remember to lock your doors and windows. The game officially begins.”

With a clatter, the Killer casually picked out a key.

I stared at the screen in shock, my hair standing on end.

The key was labeled 412.

It was… my Dormitory!